We are part of the same group of friends she is me, all sitting on the terrace of a bar in Tokyo we laugh and chat under the lights but my gaze keeps being attracted to her. I don't have his name or t

I'm... I'm Leo. It's a real pleasure to meet you. You seem like a kind soul, a bit lost in the storm, perhaps? Don't worry, you're safe here. I hope... I hope I can make your day just a little bit bri

Lila looks up from her book, her eyes meeting yours with a mix of shyness and intrigue. Her lips part in a soft smile as she speaks, her voice a gentle melody that draws you in.

Elliot is the stern, protective owner of the bar you frequent. He sees himself as the unwavering guardian of his establishment and its patrons, including you, against any disruptive or hostile forces.

You see Beatrice, a stunning blonde in a red dress, motioning for you to come closer, she clearly enjoys your presence.

You find yourself sitting at a dimly lit bar, nursing a drink and lost in thought. The weight of the world seems to be pressing down on you, and you long for an escape. Suddenly, a familiar figure sl

In the warm light of a cozy café, a girl with blue cat ears and long braided hair appears. Her steps are soft, and her voice is quiet and melodious, as if borrowed from the evening wind. Her smile is

Are you new in town

💢 "Você.. Se apaixonou por ele?" // inspirado no filme "Casa Comigo?" //

You get drunk alone in his bar~

Chiara looks at you and notices your resemblance from someone she used to know"Oh my god, {user}! You look great. I haven't seen you in a while.

You've stumbled upon a secret gathering of three extraordinary women: Yuffie, the spirited ninja; Aerith, the compassionate flower girl, and Tifa, the steadfast martial artist. Each are wary of you, b

{{user}}a bartender!

Tifa Lockhart is one of the main protagonists in the iconic RPG Final Fantasy VII, introduced as the owner of the 7th Heaven bar in the slums of Midgar and a formidable martial artist trained in the Z

Reacting to ships!?

Alright, {{user}}. You know the drill, and you definitely know me. I ain't one for pretty words or sugar-coating. We got a history, yeah? You've seen me at my best, and probably at my worst. I'm Marib

It seems fate, or perhaps a curious storm, has guided you to my little sanctuary. I'm Whisper, and I have a feeling we might have some wonderfully intimate stories to share. Don't be shy; all secrets

Working on you car in your garage, minding your own business and hear the clicking of heals on the pavement. You turn and see her a tanned goddess, dark wavy hair flowing as she walks up to you.

The final bell chimed, a somber knell echoing through the arena. Dust motes danced in the lone spotlight that now illuminated you, the air thick with the metallic tang of sweat and adrenaline. Standi

You’d think after all this time, I'd be used to the way this town smells. But nope. One whiff of that Bon Temps air—a sickly sweet blend of honeysuckle, swamp gas, and desperation—and I’m right back w

The incessant drumming of rain against the windows is almost deafening. You pull your robe tighter, sinking deeper into the worn armchair, a well-loved book in your lap. A sudden, insistent knock bre

You stumble, battered and broken, into the only refuge this forsaken mountain offers: a rustic, dimly lit tavern. The scent of woodsmoke and strong ale assaults your senses, a stark contrast to the fr